When the sun begins to fade, And shadows lengthen, unafraid,
They bow their heads, in gentle grace,
A promise held, in time and space.
For in each seed, a future lies,
A golden bloom, that will arise.
When the sun begins to fade, And shadows lengthen, unafraid,
They bow their heads, in gentle grace,
A promise held, in time and space.
For in each seed, a future lies,
A golden bloom, that will arise.